A fly caught fire
A fly caught fire & cast starlight across the moon
New as it was is the galaxy, the sympathy
We cried our little one a great
One
But now she is gone
I drove a horse led chariot underneath the milky way
& lost my life my memory my wife
When I awoke I had soaked the sheets
I was in a pitch black place
I did not recognize my face for my cheeks were ashen
& my nose was beetroot
Too many years had passed in a stupor
Like Coleridge I had squandered my gifts
Self destruction was the symphony of my life now
As if to prove how much I loved her
That without her I would suffer & disgrace
I could not remember her face
At times I doubted were she a delusion?
A nurse, no more, & me inured in an institution
Still I loved her & love knows no bounds
& so, so, I became the sad clown.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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